Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 169 What is trust?
Picking leaves and flying flowers will kill you instantly.

Everyone held their breath, not even daring to say a word of exclamation.

Yu Wenzheng turned the wheelchair and passed by Guo Lizheng's body without stopping.

The guards looked at each other, not knowing what to do, Jian Yunling sighed and ordered: "Bury it on the spot."

Seeing that Guo Li was being carried out, Dacheng broke down and cried bitterly, broke free from the guards who were holding him down, and crawled to Jian Yunling's feet, kowtowing repeatedly: "Princess, concubine, please forgive me, Caomin... Caomin was ordered by Guo Lizheng." , I still have an 80-year-old mother who needs to be taken care of at home, please forgive me, Princess Wang!"

Jian Yunling lowered her eyes and scoffed coldly.What a corny line.

It's not enough for mothers all over the world to have children and raise children. If a son does something wrong, he has to be moved out to win sympathy.

The guard stepped forward and dragged Dacheng away, Jian Yunling walked out leisurely, leaving behind the cries of the people in the room.

In the carriage, Yu Wenzheng was drinking tea.He gracefully picked up the celadon cup with the hand that had just taken his life, put it on his lips to blow away the mist, took a sip, and smiled lightly.

Jian Yunling got into the car and sat down.

The carriage was not as spacious as that of Prince Han's Mansion, so Jian Yunling could only sit next to Yu Wenzheng.

The fragrance of tea was lingering, Jian Yunling turned her head, looked into his eyes, and said with a half-smile: "When did the lord arrange for the guards to wait outside the door, why didn't he tell the concubine?"

Yu Wenzheng stopped pouring tea from the pot, and the tea drops fell on his robe along the curved neck of the pot, and the luxurious bright purple instantly turned into a depressing dark purple.

"Maybe the lord has his own thoughts, and the concubine is talking too much." Jian Yunling glanced coldly at the water mark, turned her head and remained silent.

When I returned to Qulan Town, it was just at dusk, and the sunset glow spread inch by inch from the sky like a cage of light gauze.The breeze brought a few strands of cool rain, and the world was silent.

Holding a plain paper umbrella, Fu Dongyun sent Yu Wenzheng and Jian Yunling to Ji Zimo's medical hut.

Several flat bamboo baskets were placed on the long table in the corridor, and Ji Zimo was picking them one by one, holding them up to his nose and sniffing twice, then wrapped them in kraft paper and put them aside.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, making a crackling sound, like silver beads falling on a jade plate, crisp and abrupt.

Ji Zimo noticed the three of them, his expression was a little dazed, but he immediately picked up the red umbrella leaning against the pillar of the corridor, walked through the rain curtain, stood in front of Yu Wenzheng, nodded and said: "My lord."

Yu Wenzheng curled his lips and teased: "Brother Ji doesn't hate me today?"

Ji Zimo responded generously with a light smile, and said: "Although Ji is stubborn, he also understands the principle of repaying kindness. The prince saved the people of Qulan Town, and he is Ji's benefactor."

Yu Wenzheng gave him an appreciative look, and then realized that the hospital full of patients had disappeared, so he asked, "Where are those sick people?"

Ji Zimo replied: "Since it has been confirmed that it is not a plague, let them go back and reunite with their families. In a few days, when I am developing a prescription for the disease, it will be distributed throughout the town. Let their families Just go and get it."

He is thoughtful, and Yu Wenzheng is very relieved.

After bidding farewell to Ji Zimo and leaving the medical house, Yu Wenzheng asked Fu Dongyun to go back first, because he had something to say to Jian Yunling.

Taking the paper umbrella in Fu Dongyun's hand, he followed Yu Wenzheng's wheelchair and slowly walked along the old wall. The chill in the rain made people feel cold. Suddenly, his deep voice came from under the umbrella: "What does the princess think is trust?"

(End of this chapter)